[Jay Amo:] Listen, ay I’ve been trapping four ways, smoking on this pole haze Purple and green man, I’m smoking for the whole day Looney gets his racks up ’til you know he don’t blaze The bacon can’t catch me in my block ’cause it’s a damn maze I got brought up in that West Side of London Where the Jakes would handcuff you and they beat you with the truncheon Niggas can’t function, that’s why they make assumptions If I see them niggas then I’ll clap them, no junction I was raised in poverty like what the fuck’s democracy? Rich people screw my niggas ’cause we make a mockery In designer outfits, you know we smoke a lot of weed I’m just tryna make a lot of P ’cause I’ve got lots to feed My nigga said he’s got a savage verse, I told him write it up Niggas get that wet food, know that I dry it up And bagging O’s, get my Percy then I light it up I’m kicking back with this zoot and Henny in this white cup
[Wax:] Ain’t signed a deal, that’s a damn shame MTP, that’s the campaign I be trying to hit a mil so I’m out here in the field while you niggas popping champagne And if I ride on a damn lame I call [?], my nigga would do the damn same Loon’s OT snatching damn chains I’m with Devz and we’re swerving on these damn lanes I’m from Grove, that’s a little hood You know, that first scene in Kidulthood Had donny talking mad, man I wish he would And when I bring sticks, I ain’t giving wood Look, so I grind like these niggas should Had your bitch on my line ’cause I dick her good But we don’t fight over whores If man want war, have a package at your door, no Littlewoods
[AJ Tracey:] In that alleyway again Niggas hype, I’m spraying them Baggied up, I’m weighing them Workers out, I’m paying them Iller than ever, said I’m ready whenever Got the dog and the leather Let it fly like a feather I said I’m tryna go in on my Nigga leaving the trigger My nigga, tryna get bigger Na I ain’t watching my figure Sipping Henny [?] 40 on or a spinner She bust it open for liquor And I’m a saint, ain’t a sinner Say my belt is the Rossi Metal Royce and it’s glossy I get my re-up from Poppy And Fàbregasing that dotty Got Soldado on the white strike White girl, wife type Yuppy’s on the white high Tryna ball Like Mike Baby, I’m the right guy Running with the wrong crowd Trafficking the strong loud Tryna dodge the compound